Imagine Hester Prynne's scarlet letter being a red body, Arthur Dimmesdale as a televangelist, and little Pearl being, well, non-existent, and you have Hillary Jordan's When She Woke. It's The Scarlet Letter of the future.
There is no dividing line between church and state, and there are no prisons. Criminals aren't tucked away in prisons to rehabilitate but are "chromed": their skin color is genetically altered to match their crime. Once chromed, they are put back into society, where they are despised. Basically anything can be done to Chromes without repercussion.
Hannah (Hester Prynne) is a Red—a murderer. Her crime is abortion, and that she refused to name the father of her baby makes her crime even worse. It's no spoiler to reveal that her lover is her married pastor, a Joel Osteen-like Arthur Dimmesdale who seduced young Hannah, predictably raised in an ultra-conservative, fundamentalist home.
On a certain level, I found the book fascinating. Jordan is a great writer, so that was a big bonus. But too much happened—and not enough happened. Hannah is sent to a sort of halfway house that's run by some kind of warped headmistress. She meets a cast of Chromes there that I would have loved to see developed more. Ultimately Hannah escapes and heads into the real world.
Things got weird from here on out and moved really fast. Hannah and her friend, a Yellow, hook up with a pro-choice group and are forced into an underground railroad/witness protection type program. Somehow these people are able to intercept the signals that tell where Chromes are. Of course, Hannah has to see Pastor Dale one more time before she goes away to Canada forever.
In many ways I really liked the first part of the book. It was intriguing and the pace was good. But things got rushed midway through, and so much was thrown at the reader that it began to read too much like a let's-cram-as-much-in-as-possible tract. I liked the twist on The Scarlet Letter, and I love dystopian novels in general. I think this one had too much of the author's own bias in it and it felt too preachy. An intriguing concept, though, so I don't not recommend it—it's just not quite my cup of tea. I think it would make a fantastic movie!
Friday, January 24, 2014
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
Book Review: Clair de Lune
Our book club read Jetta Carleton's The Moonflower Vine last year and absolutely loved it. I put her only other novel, Clair de Lune, on my reading list right away and finally got to it. It's a short, quick read that I thoroughly enjoyed, although not nearly as much as The Moonflower Vine.
Clair de Lune is a sweet, nostalgic coming-of-age novel, set right before World War II. Allen Liles is a young woman fresh out of graduate school who gets a job teaching English at a junior college in a small town in Missouri. It isn't what she wants for her life, but she's always been the good girl who does what her mother tells her to do. Allen has big dreams; she wants a glamorous life in a big city. She has visions of being a famous writer, attending parties and wearing expensive clothes. But she has a debt to pay first, and at the urging of her mother, she chooses the sensible path.
The novel then chronicles Allen's first year of teaching. She's a bit of a fish out of water among the faculty, being young and enthusiastic. Life is fairly boring and predictable for her until two of her students, George of Toby, become her best friends. By day she's a teacher, but by night she's just a young woman in her early 20s, feeling freedom and fun for the first time. She lives for her nights with George and Toby, ignoring the slight feeling that perhaps she shouldn't be fraternizing with students. She also ignores all the talk of a pending war, preferring instead to believe that life will always be carefree and sweet.
It's a year of growth and self-discovery for Allen. She's emerging from the cocoon of her childhood and college years and discovering that she is really fairly ignorant about much of the world, although she is smarter than she thought in some ways. I found Allen totally easy to relate to. I remember being in that odd age of the early 20s, when I found myself being, well, an adult who still felt like a kid. Like Allen, I wasn't really ready to let go and yet I was terribly ready for the next stage of my life.
The novel was discovered and published years after Jetta Carleton's death, and in many ways, it feels unfinished. I think Carleton wasn't ready for it to be published and had a lot more to say about Allen. But even with the incomplete feeling, I loved it. Carleton is a wonderful writer, and she beautifully captured the time period and the longing of a young woman's heart. The Moonflower Vine is definitely much better, but I really loved this one, too.
Clair de Lune is a sweet, nostalgic coming-of-age novel, set right before World War II. Allen Liles is a young woman fresh out of graduate school who gets a job teaching English at a junior college in a small town in Missouri. It isn't what she wants for her life, but she's always been the good girl who does what her mother tells her to do. Allen has big dreams; she wants a glamorous life in a big city. She has visions of being a famous writer, attending parties and wearing expensive clothes. But she has a debt to pay first, and at the urging of her mother, she chooses the sensible path.
The novel then chronicles Allen's first year of teaching. She's a bit of a fish out of water among the faculty, being young and enthusiastic. Life is fairly boring and predictable for her until two of her students, George of Toby, become her best friends. By day she's a teacher, but by night she's just a young woman in her early 20s, feeling freedom and fun for the first time. She lives for her nights with George and Toby, ignoring the slight feeling that perhaps she shouldn't be fraternizing with students. She also ignores all the talk of a pending war, preferring instead to believe that life will always be carefree and sweet.
It's a year of growth and self-discovery for Allen. She's emerging from the cocoon of her childhood and college years and discovering that she is really fairly ignorant about much of the world, although she is smarter than she thought in some ways. I found Allen totally easy to relate to. I remember being in that odd age of the early 20s, when I found myself being, well, an adult who still felt like a kid. Like Allen, I wasn't really ready to let go and yet I was terribly ready for the next stage of my life.
The novel was discovered and published years after Jetta Carleton's death, and in many ways, it feels unfinished. I think Carleton wasn't ready for it to be published and had a lot more to say about Allen. But even with the incomplete feeling, I loved it. Carleton is a wonderful writer, and she beautifully captured the time period and the longing of a young woman's heart. The Moonflower Vine is definitely much better, but I really loved this one, too.
Monday, January 6, 2014
2013: The Year in Books (The Sunday Salon)
In 2013 I read and reviewed 38 books here on SmallWorld Reads, and
probably read a dozen others (juvenile fiction read alouds to my youngest). I've been doing this for six years now. (See my other Best of the Years posts.) This is my "worst" year in reading in all those years. I was a slower reader. I didn't have any long car trips during which I read non-stop, and our vacation to Paris was so crammed with activities that reading was shoved aside. But there were some great books this year—and some really not so great ones, too.
Top 10 Books Read in 2013 (click for my reviews)
Rachel Simon's Story of Beautiful Girl is going to take this year's #1 position, followed very closely by Unbroken by Laura Hillenbrand. I just absolutely loved both of these, although the first is a novel and then second a nonfiction account of survival in World War II. I look forward to 2014 to find at least 10 books as fabulous as the ones in my list above!
Classics!
I read several classics this year—a huge bonus of being an English teacher. I don't count these on my Top 10 list because they are perpetually in my top 10. Here are my beloved classics from this year:
• I added only 19 books to my Ever-Growing TBR list (last year's total was 38), and I marked off 19. Wow!! For the first time ever, my TBR list will start the new year without having gained more. Somehow, I find that discouraging rather than encouraging, though. I'm not activity looking for books as much as usual. I learned about books from posts on The Sunday Salon, Semicolon's Saturday Review of Books, from various internet sources, from personal recommendations, and especially from other book bloggers.
• Below is the total list of books read, minus the juvenile fiction. Each link leads to a review or, rarely, to amazon.com if I didn't get a chance to review it. My star-ranking system is as follows: 5 stars--absolutely must read; 4 stars--highly recommended; 3 stars--enjoyable; 2 stars--ick; 1 star--no, no, no.
Top 10 Books Read in 2013 (click for my reviews)
- And the Mountains Echoed (Khaled Hosseini)
- Autobiography of Mrs. Tom Thumb (Melanie Benjamin)
- Dovekeepers (Alice Hoffman)
- Expecting Adam (Martha Beck)
- Ghost on Black Mountain (Ann Hite)
- Moonflower Vine (Jetta Carleton)
- Secret Keeper (Kate Morton)
- Snow Child (Eowyn Ivey)
- State of Wonder (Ann Patchett)
- Story of Beautiful Girl (Rachel Simon)
- Unbroken (Laura Hillenbrand)
Rachel Simon's Story of Beautiful Girl is going to take this year's #1 position, followed very closely by Unbroken by Laura Hillenbrand. I just absolutely loved both of these, although the first is a novel and then second a nonfiction account of survival in World War II. I look forward to 2014 to find at least 10 books as fabulous as the ones in my list above!
Classics!
I read several classics this year—a huge bonus of being an English teacher. I don't count these on my Top 10 list because they are perpetually in my top 10. Here are my beloved classics from this year:
- Breakfast at Tiffany's (Truman Capote)
- Crucible, The (Arthur Miller)
- Cry, the Beloved Country (Alan Paton)
- Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (Robert Louis Stevenson)
- The Good Earth (Pearl S. Buck)
- The Metamorphosis (Franz Kafka)
- Other Voices, Other Rooms (Truman Capote)
Raisin in the Sun (Lorraine Hansberry) - The Tenant of Wildfell Hall (Anne Brontë)
To Kill a Mockingbird (Harper Lee)
• I added only 19 books to my Ever-Growing TBR list (last year's total was 38), and I marked off 19. Wow!! For the first time ever, my TBR list will start the new year without having gained more. Somehow, I find that discouraging rather than encouraging, though. I'm not activity looking for books as much as usual. I learned about books from posts on The Sunday Salon, Semicolon's Saturday Review of Books, from various internet sources, from personal recommendations, and especially from other book bloggers.
• Below is the total list of books read, minus the juvenile fiction. Each link leads to a review or, rarely, to amazon.com if I didn't get a chance to review it. My star-ranking system is as follows: 5 stars--absolutely must read; 4 stars--highly recommended; 3 stars--enjoyable; 2 stars--ick; 1 star--no, no, no.
- And the Mountains Echoed (Khaled Hosseini)****
- Autobiography of Mrs. Tom Thumb (Melanie Benjamin)****
- Autobiography of Us (Aria Sloss)***
- Bloom (Kelle Hampton)***
- Blue Shoe (Anne Lamott)****
- Breakfast at Tiffany's (Truman Capote)***
- City of Thieves (David Benioff)****
- Crucible, The (Arthur Miller)****
- Cry, the Beloved Country (Alan Paton)****
- Dovekeepers (Alice Hoffman)****
- Ender's Game (Orson Scott Card)***
- Expecting Adam (Martha Beck)*****
- Funny in Farsi (Firoozeh Dumas) -- re-read
- Ghost on Black Mountain (Ann Hite)****
- Interred with Their Bones (Jennifer Carrell)*
- Keeper of Secrets (Julie Thomas)***
- Land More Kind Than Home (Wiley Cash)****
- Mad Girls in Love (Michael Lee West)**
- Magician's Assistant (Ann Patchett)****
- Moonflower Vine (Jetta Carleton)****
- Nectar in a Sieve (Kamala Markandaya)--re-read
- Noah's Compass (Anne Tyler)***
- Nowhere but Home (Liza Palmer)***
- Orphan Train (Christina Baker Kline)***
- Other Voices, Other Rooms (Truman Capote)***
- Raisin in the Sun (Lorraine Hansberry)****
- Secret Keeper (Kate Morton)****
- Shoemaker's Wife (Adriana Trigiani)****
- Silver Star (Jeannette Walls)***
- Snow Child (Eowyn Ivey)****
- State of Wonder (Ann Patchett)****
- Story of Beautiful Girl (Rachel Simon)*****
- Taste of Apple Seeds (Katharina Hagena)***
- Tenant of Wildfell Hall (Anne Brontë)*****
- Thirteenth Tale (Diane Setterfield)***** (re-read)
- To Kill a Mockingbird (Harper Lee) Multiple re-read
- Unbroken (Laura Hillenbrand)*****
- What Alice Forgot (Lianne Moriarty)****
Saturday, December 28, 2013
Book Review: The Magician's Assistant
I don't know how I missed this Ann Patchett novel. Bel Canto was amazing and State of Wonder was astounding. (I must admit I don't remember Run even after reading my review of it, so that novel must not have made a huge impression on me.) The Magician's Assistant is just delicious. I nearly decided not to read it because magicians are so foreign to me. I have never been mesmerized by their kind of magic. But I'm such a fan of Ann Patchett, and so I began.
Sabine is newly widowed, or more importantly, newly alone and without her best friend of 22 years. The magician Parsifal was her husband by name only. He married Sabine, his assistant, after his partner Phan died solely to provide her with his tremendous inheritance. Parsifal's sudden death throws Sabine into shock and depression. She's alone in a mansion with the memory of a lifetime with Parsifal, and all she wants to do is sleep. But the funeral is barely over when her lawyer reveals to her another shock: Parsifal the magician was indeed a master of deception.
Sabine discovers that Parsifal, her elegant and polished magician who claimed to have been orphaned as a child, was a farm boy named Guy from Nebraska with a living family. Sabine is certain that his family must be cretins for him to have completely erased their existence. When she meets his mother and youngest sister, however, she realizes that they adored Parsifal/Guy. She leaves the comforts of California for Nebraska in the winter, to bask in the adoration of Parsifal's family—including another sister and two nephews— and find out why he left them all behind.
Ann Patchett is a beautiful writer. Her sentences are constructed like the most delicious desserts, to be savored and lingered upon. And what a storyteller! Every character, even the manager of Parsifal's store, is clearly depicted and richly drawn. I can still see even that minor character and smell the rugs at the store. Phan and Parsifal reveal specific information to Sabine often in dreams, adding an Isabel Allende-like magical realism quality to the novel. I don't usually love this kind of thing, probably mostly because no one ever comes to me and reveals vital information in dreams, but it completely works in this novel.
Highly recommended.
Sabine is newly widowed, or more importantly, newly alone and without her best friend of 22 years. The magician Parsifal was her husband by name only. He married Sabine, his assistant, after his partner Phan died solely to provide her with his tremendous inheritance. Parsifal's sudden death throws Sabine into shock and depression. She's alone in a mansion with the memory of a lifetime with Parsifal, and all she wants to do is sleep. But the funeral is barely over when her lawyer reveals to her another shock: Parsifal the magician was indeed a master of deception.
Sabine discovers that Parsifal, her elegant and polished magician who claimed to have been orphaned as a child, was a farm boy named Guy from Nebraska with a living family. Sabine is certain that his family must be cretins for him to have completely erased their existence. When she meets his mother and youngest sister, however, she realizes that they adored Parsifal/Guy. She leaves the comforts of California for Nebraska in the winter, to bask in the adoration of Parsifal's family—including another sister and two nephews— and find out why he left them all behind.
Ann Patchett is a beautiful writer. Her sentences are constructed like the most delicious desserts, to be savored and lingered upon. And what a storyteller! Every character, even the manager of Parsifal's store, is clearly depicted and richly drawn. I can still see even that minor character and smell the rugs at the store. Phan and Parsifal reveal specific information to Sabine often in dreams, adding an Isabel Allende-like magical realism quality to the novel. I don't usually love this kind of thing, probably mostly because no one ever comes to me and reveals vital information in dreams, but it completely works in this novel.
Highly recommended.
Friday, December 27, 2013
Book Review: The Keeper of Secrets
I read this book a few weeks ago and remember it well, but not because of the title. Sometimes a title just doesn't fit a book, and this is one of those times.
But I digress, and I haven't even started. I liked this book by Julie Thomas, in spite of the title that I could never remember. (Maybe that has something to do with reading Kate Morton's The Secret Keeper earlier this year.) The story follows a 1742 Guarneri del Gesú violin as it is passed—and stolen—from person to person across several generations.
It begins in 1942 with the Horowitz family, a wealthy, cultured Jewish family of gifted musicians. Everything changes for them on Krystallnacht, when all of the family's possessions are confiscated by the Nazis. The family members are sent to concentration camps. Simon, the second son, survives Dachau only because of he is a gifted musician and is forced to play for the guards.
The violin's next life is with a Russian family, who deceptively procured the violin through the horrors of war. Sergei Valentino's beloved aunt believes her father when he tells her that he bought the Guarneri del Gesú, and it is passed on to Sergei when she is murdered. (That's another story line.) Sergei ultimately becomes a billionaire and a great patron of the arts.
Eventually the owners of the violin meet up in the present time, when 14-year-old violin virtuoso Daniel Horowitz decides he'd rather play baseball than the violin. While the stories of Simon Horowitz in Germany and the Valentinos in Russia were superb and positively riveting, this whole plot line was weak. The revealing of the violin's true ownership was confusing and way too complicated. Daniel was a fairly well-defined character, but his interaction with his mother was just silly. And the whole refusing to play violin because he wanted to play backyard baseball was silly, too. I would have liked the novel better without the intrusion of Daniel's story, or with Daniel's story being as compelling as that of the other sections.
That said, I really liked this novel. The Dachau section itself was amazing, even more so for me because my oldest son actually visited Dachau as I was reading the novel. It was terribly sobering to see his pictures of Dachau as I read Simon's story. The author's research on the violin's history was also excellent. Recommended—but be prepared to be annoyed with the contemporary story.
But I digress, and I haven't even started. I liked this book by Julie Thomas, in spite of the title that I could never remember. (Maybe that has something to do with reading Kate Morton's The Secret Keeper earlier this year.) The story follows a 1742 Guarneri del Gesú violin as it is passed—and stolen—from person to person across several generations.
It begins in 1942 with the Horowitz family, a wealthy, cultured Jewish family of gifted musicians. Everything changes for them on Krystallnacht, when all of the family's possessions are confiscated by the Nazis. The family members are sent to concentration camps. Simon, the second son, survives Dachau only because of he is a gifted musician and is forced to play for the guards.
The violin's next life is with a Russian family, who deceptively procured the violin through the horrors of war. Sergei Valentino's beloved aunt believes her father when he tells her that he bought the Guarneri del Gesú, and it is passed on to Sergei when she is murdered. (That's another story line.) Sergei ultimately becomes a billionaire and a great patron of the arts.
Eventually the owners of the violin meet up in the present time, when 14-year-old violin virtuoso Daniel Horowitz decides he'd rather play baseball than the violin. While the stories of Simon Horowitz in Germany and the Valentinos in Russia were superb and positively riveting, this whole plot line was weak. The revealing of the violin's true ownership was confusing and way too complicated. Daniel was a fairly well-defined character, but his interaction with his mother was just silly. And the whole refusing to play violin because he wanted to play backyard baseball was silly, too. I would have liked the novel better without the intrusion of Daniel's story, or with Daniel's story being as compelling as that of the other sections.
That said, I really liked this novel. The Dachau section itself was amazing, even more so for me because my oldest son actually visited Dachau as I was reading the novel. It was terribly sobering to see his pictures of Dachau as I read Simon's story. The author's research on the violin's history was also excellent. Recommended—but be prepared to be annoyed with the contemporary story.
Sunday, December 15, 2013
Book Review: Ender's Game
Ender's Game by Orson Scott Card was our book club choice for December's discussion. Not only was it one of our member's favorite all-time books as a young adult, but we like to do the book-to-movie thing as a group every now and then.
Ender's Game isn't our typical book club read, and that was kind of the point. We are making a deliberate effort to read books this year in each member's favorite genre. I'm not generally a sci-fi, fantasy, horror, detective, or even mystery reader; however, it is an excellent challenge to branch out occasionally and retry a genre.
Unfortunately, few of our members ended up reading the novel. Word got around that it was filled with violent children, and that was enough to send half the members scurrying away. Who wants to read about six-year-olds beating each other senseless? I admit I began as a reluctant reader, but I quickly got sucked into the story.
First, don't let the violent children scare you away. It is immediately obvious that these are not normal kids nor is this the Earth we know. This is a world in which children are bred to be geniuses and soldiers. It is their responsibility to save Earth from the hostile aliens, known as the Buggers.
Ender is chosen, but his brother Peter, who is nearly as brilliant, is not. Ender, though a fierce soldier, has a compassionate side, but Peter is cruel and psychotic. Ender is the absolute cream of the crop, and he is recruited at age 6 to begin the intense training that will turn him from boy to military commander. While he knows he was born for this, Ender must leave his parents and his beloved sister, Valentine, who is the one person that knows him completely and adores him.
Most of the novel goes through Ender's military training at Battle School, which I found surprising engrossing. Again, this is really not my kind of a book, but I loved it. Ender is a sweet, brilliant boy who basically always makes good decisions. You just can't help but root for him.
I am not sure this was the best book club choice since half (or fewer) of the members actually read it; however, I am really glad that I stepped outside my usual genre for this. And I really can't wait to see the movie!
Ender's Game isn't our typical book club read, and that was kind of the point. We are making a deliberate effort to read books this year in each member's favorite genre. I'm not generally a sci-fi, fantasy, horror, detective, or even mystery reader; however, it is an excellent challenge to branch out occasionally and retry a genre.
Unfortunately, few of our members ended up reading the novel. Word got around that it was filled with violent children, and that was enough to send half the members scurrying away. Who wants to read about six-year-olds beating each other senseless? I admit I began as a reluctant reader, but I quickly got sucked into the story.
First, don't let the violent children scare you away. It is immediately obvious that these are not normal kids nor is this the Earth we know. This is a world in which children are bred to be geniuses and soldiers. It is their responsibility to save Earth from the hostile aliens, known as the Buggers.
Ender is chosen, but his brother Peter, who is nearly as brilliant, is not. Ender, though a fierce soldier, has a compassionate side, but Peter is cruel and psychotic. Ender is the absolute cream of the crop, and he is recruited at age 6 to begin the intense training that will turn him from boy to military commander. While he knows he was born for this, Ender must leave his parents and his beloved sister, Valentine, who is the one person that knows him completely and adores him.
Most of the novel goes through Ender's military training at Battle School, which I found surprising engrossing. Again, this is really not my kind of a book, but I loved it. Ender is a sweet, brilliant boy who basically always makes good decisions. You just can't help but root for him.
I am not sure this was the best book club choice since half (or fewer) of the members actually read it; however, I am really glad that I stepped outside my usual genre for this. And I really can't wait to see the movie!
Friday, December 13, 2013
Book Review: The Taste of Apple Seeds
I absolutely love the title and the cover of Katharina Hagena's The Taste of Apple Seeds, which spent two years as a bestseller in Germany and was recently translated into English. As an orchardist's daughter, I well know the taste of apple seeds: bitter and woody, a disappointing end that should be spit out. I'd like to say I could make an analogy to a character in the book, but I didn't quite get there.
The story focuses on three generations of women: Iris and her cousin, Iris's mother and her sisters, and Iris's grandmother and her sister. Unfortunately, I kept getting the names mixed up. Had the author used the terms "Grandmother" and "Mom" and "Aunt So-and-So," I would have been able to follow the story better. As it was, I had to keep flipping back to figure out the placement of Anna, Bertha, Christa, Inga and Harriet. That, no doubt, is my own fault as a reader who falls asleep after 15 minutes, night after night. But still, it is distracting and takes away from the fluidity of the novel.
Iris, as the sole survivor of the third generation and heiress of her grandmother's estate, is the collector of family stories. Anna, Bertha, Christa, Inga and Harriet all had stories that Iris needed to discover and tell. Anna and Bertha loved the same man; Inga sparks, literally; Christa misses home; and Harriet's beloved daughter, Iris's cousin, dies in an accident I never quite understood. The stories were all interesting, although told in a confusing fashion. I was left with many questions, a sense of being unfulfilled by the vignettes. (Again, that could be my lack of proper concentration.)
But I really liked the story of Iris and Max, a childhood friend with whom she reunites. I love that Iris dressed in all the old dresses and rode her bike around town. I liked that she was clumsy and unsure of herself. But I found some things so perplexing that I got hung up on them. Like why, for example, Iris loves to swim in the lake in one paragraph ("I always felt secure when I swam") and yet was terrified of what was under the water in another ("I was afraid of the dead stretching out their soft white hands to me, huge pikes that might be swimming under me, places where the water suddenly turned very cold")? Those kinds of contradictions in character confuse me.
I'm not giving a rousing recommendation, I know. I actually liked the novel. The stories of the women were all intriguing and unique. I just had trouble following them. Perhaps I am too orderly and lack proper concentration skills.
The story focuses on three generations of women: Iris and her cousin, Iris's mother and her sisters, and Iris's grandmother and her sister. Unfortunately, I kept getting the names mixed up. Had the author used the terms "Grandmother" and "Mom" and "Aunt So-and-So," I would have been able to follow the story better. As it was, I had to keep flipping back to figure out the placement of Anna, Bertha, Christa, Inga and Harriet. That, no doubt, is my own fault as a reader who falls asleep after 15 minutes, night after night. But still, it is distracting and takes away from the fluidity of the novel.
Iris, as the sole survivor of the third generation and heiress of her grandmother's estate, is the collector of family stories. Anna, Bertha, Christa, Inga and Harriet all had stories that Iris needed to discover and tell. Anna and Bertha loved the same man; Inga sparks, literally; Christa misses home; and Harriet's beloved daughter, Iris's cousin, dies in an accident I never quite understood. The stories were all interesting, although told in a confusing fashion. I was left with many questions, a sense of being unfulfilled by the vignettes. (Again, that could be my lack of proper concentration.)
But I really liked the story of Iris and Max, a childhood friend with whom she reunites. I love that Iris dressed in all the old dresses and rode her bike around town. I liked that she was clumsy and unsure of herself. But I found some things so perplexing that I got hung up on them. Like why, for example, Iris loves to swim in the lake in one paragraph ("I always felt secure when I swam") and yet was terrified of what was under the water in another ("I was afraid of the dead stretching out their soft white hands to me, huge pikes that might be swimming under me, places where the water suddenly turned very cold")? Those kinds of contradictions in character confuse me.
I'm not giving a rousing recommendation, I know. I actually liked the novel. The stories of the women were all intriguing and unique. I just had trouble following them. Perhaps I am too orderly and lack proper concentration skills.
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